A Gentle Intruder (Completed Main Story) - Chapter 13
A rich broth infused with a deep anchovy aroma simmered as an assortment of clams and a whole squid plunged in with a plop. The server curtly instructed them not to lower the heat and left for the kitchen, leaving Da Jung and Jae Ho awkwardly alone at the table.
Da Jung aimlessly lifted the ladle and stirred the pot once.
“Didn’t I say to wait?”
Jae Ho gently scolded her.
“If you’ve got nothing better to do, just look at me.”
“It’s embarrassing.”
“Why? I’m the guy offering you all my wealth.”
He tossed out that heart-fluttering line as casually as if it meant nothing. Da Jung still half-felt this whole moment—sitting across from Lee Jae Ho in this old-fashioned seafood knife-cut noodle shop—was some kind of dream, yet he seemed already perfectly at ease with the situation.
His arms crossed, eyes fixed on the pot in the most casual posture, yet that faint, lopsided smile playing at one corner of his lips was devastatingly alluring. Da Jung caught her breath for just a second.
The bubbling boil and distant news broadcast drifted into her ears.
The server returned, added noodles and vegetables, told them to wait five minutes before eating, then disappeared. Yet even the middle-aged woman kept glancing back at Jae Ho, clearly finding his face oddly familiar, tilting her head in thought several times. Da Jung grew uneasy for no reason.
“Are you okay? She seemed to recognize you.”
“Hmm.”
“She kept staring.”
“Well, I’m handsome.”
Jae Ho, skillfully stirring the knife-cut noodles, replied offhandedly, then scooped a full bowl for Da Jung once it was cooked and placed it before her. Da Jung did the same for him. She looked down at her own bowl—knife-cut noodles cooked by Lee Jae Ho. Ah—maybe she should even take a commemorative photo.
Quickly pushing away those wandering thoughts, she asked Jae Ho,
“But what if she really does recognize you? It’s kind of scary. Should we just get it to-go and eat back at our place?”
“Scary? Like… a scandal or something?”
“Yes.”
Jae Ho chuckled softly.
“It’s already cooked. Why take it to-go?”
Guards hired by Manager Jeong were probably nearby. Their job was to quietly handle any suspicious photos taken. That was precisely why actor Lee Jae Ho’s private life had never surfaced—Samhoo Group managed it meticulously.
Within Samhoo Group’s Strategic Planning Office, there was even a dedicated response team solely for Lee Jae Ho—scrutinizing every interview to maintain the heir’s pristine public image.
Jae Ho, who’d never had a messy personal life to begin with, now lived under an even more flawless image thanks to the group’s management. So a scandal at some countryside noodle shop was absolutely nothing to worry about.
Besides, the server’s brief curiosity wasn’t genuine interest at all. Already, she’d forgotten about Jae Ho’s presence and switched TV channels. No other customers in the shop seemed worth photographing either.
“It won’t happen. Trust me.”
“But still…”
“I’ll wear a cap and a mask when we go to the market later. It’s fine for now. Eat quickly.”
Even her anxious, flickering eyes looked endearing. Jae Ho already missed holding Da Jung’s palm in the car—small, soft, and surprisingly warm beyond reason.
Just after parking, he’d briefly imagined pulling her shoulders toward him for a kiss. If merely holding her palm made his blood surge through his veins, how sweet would her lips be? Just that fleeting thought alone weighed heavily in his lower abdomen.
“Yoon Da Jung, it’s hard to match your pace.”
His inner thought slipped out aloud.
“Oh, sorry. I tend to eat slowly.”
Jae Ho smiled faintly.
“No, that’s not what I meant. Take your time. You’ll get indigestion.”
After finishing their meal, they returned to the car. Jae Ho adjusted Da Jung’s hat again and again until it sat perfectly on her head. Though she didn’t want to wear sunglasses, he insisted, so she finally chose the darkest pair and put on a mask too. Only after turning Jae Ho’s entire world pitch black did Da Jung finally smile.
In that monochrome world, her smile suddenly overlapped with Yoon Woo Jung’s. Jae Ho’s heart flinched.
Boldly, he pulled her into his embrace with one arm. Her startled gasp tickled his ear.
“W-wait, why are you—!”
“Let’s speed things up a bit.”
“!”
“If you don’t like it, just say so. I’ll let go.”
Though flustered, breathing erratically, Da Jung didn’t pull away—she stayed quietly nestled in his arms, heat rising from her neck.
Woo Jung…
If you were alive and grown up now… would you have looked like this?
**
He’d become a high school student. Jae Ho had resolved to be the quietest kid in class.
Child of a single mother. Difficult family circumstances. Small build. All these things naturally turned Jae Ho into a reserved student. He’d only shot up in height late—during the second half of his second year—so as a first-year, he stood barely taller than a middle-schooler. His looks were plain, so he felt confident he could stay unnoticed and slip through school invisibly.
But there was one boy who drew unusual attention in class.
From his very first self-introduction, he radiated confidence. His name was Yoon Woo Jung. Hobbies: basketball and reading. He had one younger sister.
“Oooh.”
When male classmates asked if his sister was pretty, he grinned and said yes—his expression genuinely charming. Even Jae Ho, who usually felt indifferent about appearances, had to admit Yoon Woo Jung was quite handsome.
“My little sister is really, really pretty.”
Though people teased him for being strange—praising his own sibling like that—he never took back a word. Somehow, that guy ended up as his seatmate.
“Let’s get along well. Nice to meet you. You heard my name earlier, right? I’m Yoon Woo Jung.”
His voice was warm and friendly. Up close, his sharp eyes, defined nose, and angular jawline made him even more handsome. Yeah—he looked like someone whose sister could genuinely be called pretty.
“Yeah. Nice to meet you. Let’s get along.”
Jae Ho offered a polite reply and quickly looked back down.
“But wait, what’s your name again? Sorry, I heard it earlier but forgot.”
The guy kept talking to him.
Jae Ho found the attention burdensome. His only goal was to graduate quietly without anyone noticing him.
Back in middle school, a falling-out with a close friend had led the boy to spread rumors that he was the son of an unwed mother—making Jae Ho suffer near-ostracism throughout a painful school life. He never wanted to repeat that mistake.
He didn’t need friends. He didn’t want pity or mockery for his difficult circumstances. He didn’t want anyone saying cruel things about his mother.
Friendship usually meant sharing even your deepest secrets—and now, Jae Ho wanted none of that.
When Jae Ho didn’t answer, Yoon Woo Jung playfully picked up his textbook and read the name printed on the cover.
“Hmm. Kim Sung Hyun. Nice name.”
Jae Ho stayed silent.
“Sung Hyun-ah, let’s eat lunch together starting today.”
Undeterred by the coldness, the guy leaned even closer.
Within a week, Yoon Woo Jung had become friends with everyone in class—and somehow even gained fame at the neighboring girls’ high school as a “visual idol.” Eventually, he became Jae Ho’s closest friend.
Yoon Woo Jung was good at everything—studying, sports, even his personality was cheerful and considerate.
“Hey, Yoon Woo Jung. Isn’t it unfair that you’re even good at studying?”
Jae Ho, who’d always prided himself on academics, now had to stay on high alert.
During exam periods, they turned into fierce rivals, pushing each other to the limit—only to spend entire days afterward holed up in an arcade. Ah—even in games, Yoon Woo Jung excelled. At this point, he really was just an unfair guy.
“Hyun-ah, wanna come over to my place?”
One day, while they were at the arcade, Woo Jung said it. Since they’d gotten close, Woo Jung had taken to calling him by his first name minus the initial consonant—just “Hyun-ah.” Each time he used that nickname, Jae Ho’s ordinary name suddenly sounded special, lifting his mood.
“Why your house?”
“I’m tired of ramen. Let’s go eat my mom’s cooking. I’ll introduce you to our Da Jung.”
There it was again—“our Da Jung,” “our Da Jung.”
Anyone in their class would know Yoon Woo Jung’s sister was named Da Jung—the guy bragged about her so much, her name echoed dozens of times daily. By now, it almost felt empty when Woo Jung didn’t mention her.
That Da Jung—who was so pretty, he’d once joked she ought to become an idol.
Jae Ho laughed and agreed.
“Sure, let’s go. I’d like to see your ‘Da Jung’ in the flesh.”
He walked lightly—but that night, Jae Ho regretted ever visiting Woo Jung’s home.
Yoon Da Jung. A short-haired girl whose eyelashes trembled faintly. Pale wrists, a shy smile, a voice like a musical note.
He couldn’t sleep.
He wanted to find any excuse to visit their house every single day. Though he’d never even properly met her eyes, he’d fallen into a hopeless crush—slowly, poisonously consumed by her like a toxic mushroom.
**
Jae Ho kept slipping Da Jung’s hand into his pocket, so she walked along earnestly trying to pull it free. Even if it was a rural town full of elders, it was still shocking to see Lee Jae Ho—a top-tier celebrity—so careless.
She’d imagined him as meticulous and perfect, yet this man now seemed like a big, lovable puppy missing a screw or two…
The man she’d pictured as a fierce black panther full of wild charm turned out to be just a giant, gentle retriever. The gap between her expectation and reality left Da Jung slightly dizzy.
“Why do you keep pulling your hand away?”
His tone carried inexplicable coyness with every word—somewhere between playful nagging and teasing—and it struck her earlobes so sharply her heartbeat raced. Her heart might actually be breaking down. Lee Jae Ho really did seem sent to ruin her entire life.
“We have to be careful.”
“But it feels nice and warm.”
“Still, it’s too—”
Before she could finish stepping back, Jae Ho yanked her closer again—pretending to misjudge his strength, pulling her deliberately hard so she nestled against his chest.
“Oops. My bad.”
An actor praised for his impeccable acting now pulling off such amateurish theatrics… Da Jung, exasperated by his shameless excuse, lifted her head to retort—only for him to slip her hand back into his pocket and stride confidently into the market.
“What should I cook for dinner?”
Speechless, Da Jung could only follow him and smile in the end.
Honestly, what a strange man.
“I don’t know.”
“Fernbrake? Wow, the fernbrake here is great. How about fernbrake pasta?”
“Sounds good.”
“Excuse me, sir—how much for the fernbrake?”
The man briefly released Da Jung’s hand, crouched by a stall, and started closely inspecting the fernbrake, asking whether it was locally grown or imported from China.
“Goodness, such a meticulous young man.”
His shoulders were just so broad… Lost in that idle thought, Da Jung gazed at his back—when her phone suddenly rang.
It was Kyung Jun.
Male lead is a clingy little husband
One-line summary: The male lead is initially an arrogant, noble, love-deprived brat, later a cute, clingy, scheming little jealous one.
Introduction:
One day, Lu Yuner’s soul transmigrates into a female-dominant world. She enters the Imperial Academy and takes up the position of a doctoral instructor, teaching classes and grading schoolwork.
One day, she encounters the young prince Su Qingwan secretly skipping class from the male academy.
As a result, Su Qingwan is punished.
From then on, Su Qingwan sees Lu Yuner as a “thorn in his side”.
But before long, this “thorn” becomes the person he cherishes most, and he goes to great lengths to win Lu Yuner’s affection.
Mini scene 1:
One day, the sun is high in the sky but Su Qingwan still hasn’t gotten up for class.
Servant Xiaoyuan: “Young prince, it’s time for class. You’ll be late otherwise.”
Su Qingwan says arrogantly: “I’m not going. I am the esteemed prince, my status is so noble, why should I suffer this hardship? Besides, isn’t learning all this just to please women? Hmph, they’re not worthy!”
Mini scene 2:
After Su Qingwan falls for someone, he completely changes. He no longer skips class and diligently learns how to be a good husband and father. But he discovers that Sister Yuner is always surrounded by admirers.
Drunk and overcome with jealousy one day, he clings to Lu Yuner, crying beautifully like a pear blossom in the rain.
Su Qingwan: “Qingwan likes Sister Yuner.”
Lu Yuner: “Young prince, you’re drunk.”
Su Qingwan: “Qingwan isn’t drunk. Qingwan likes Sister Yuner, likes you so much, likes you to bits…” Before he can finish, Lu Yuner’s eyes flash with emotion and she leans in closer.
[Reading Guide]
1. The female lead is gentle, gracious, humble and polite but not weak. The male lead is initially an arrogant, noble, love-deprived brat, later a cute, clingy, scheming little jealous one.
2. 1v1, a bit torturous in the beginning but definitely sweet later on.
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